Best of 2017

My muscles strained from the force with which he held them apart. All he did was stare at me, look right at my pussy, appraise it, memorizing every line, every part that was primed.

“A virgin who likes her pussy lips bare…” He trailed off, one of his eyebrows lifting as if this intrigued him. Cameron moved his hands up my thighs until he framed my pussy, his big, tattooed fingers on either side of the most intimate part of me. “I’m going to tear you up, pretty girl.”

Maybe his words should have frightened me, disgusted me, or made me want to lash out. But all I did was get wetter. He made this low sound in the back of his throat, and I had no doubt he saw the product of my desire for him coating my pussy lips.

“And you want that too.” He said that almost to himself. He pulled my lips apart, and the chilled air moved along my inner folds, teasing me, making me shiver with desire. I was transfixed by him, frozen in place by the dark desire reflected at me. And then my heart stalled when he moved back, reached down for his belt, and wrapped half of it around his hand.

Maybe he saw the fear in my eyes, the worry clouding me, because his chuckle was low and deep, taunting me. “Your fear only turns me on more.” I was about to push myself up, not sure why, not sure if I’d try and stop what was surely about to happen next, but Cameron stopped me. He brought the leather down on the bed beside me, making me still, having my heart stop. “Turn around; present your ass to me.”

“What are you going to do?” The words were low, stuttering out of me, broken and chipped.

His laugh was deep, twisted, sadistic. I knew it was obvious, but I wanted him to say it, wanted that brutality in his words to be a reality. “Oh, Sofia, I’m going to bring this belt down on your pretty peach flesh, making it red, seeing the welts of my desire on your body.” He took a step closer, the glint from his belt buckle catching the dim light. “Now, turn over and let me see your pretty ass.”

The look he gave me said I wasn’t to disobey. And I don’t want to. I moved onto my belly, looking over my shoulder, needing to see this, watch this act. He wasted no time. He moved all the way toward the end of the bed, lifted his arm up, and before I could brace myself, he was bringing the leather right across my ass. I had no time to react, to process any of this because he kept hitting me, bringing that wickedly good leather down on my flesh, sensitizing it, making it burn, tingle. Hot tears of pleasure fell from my eyes, burning their way down my cheeks like Cameron was doing with that belt on my flesh.

All the while he stared right into my eyes, his look hot, pleasure-filled. He got off on this, hearing my gasps of pain, my swift inhalations of pleasure. He was getting excited by the fact he caused me this agony while gracing me with ecstasy.

“Spread even wider,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I had my teeth gritted so tightly I felt like they’d break. Beads of sweat started to line my skin, a visual of how strained I was, how excited he made me feel. I anticipated this, was curious about how far he’d go. Would he be gentle this first time with me? The rational part of me screamed no.

And when he brought the belt down on my ass once more, the leather stinging, maybe even breaking the skin, I cried out.

“That’s it,” he said low, almost too softly for me to hear. He slipped his hand between my legs, and a startled sound left me. “So wet. You cry, but you like this.”

And then I heard the clank of what I assumed was the belt hitting the floor. The weight of him covered my back, the hard length of his dick settling right between my folds. I was breathing so hard, the air leaving me, making the sheets humid, hot. I was hyperventilating. Could you pass out while lying down?

“Calm yourself,” he said right by my ear.

The thick, long length between his thighs, nestled right at my pussy, was intimidating.

God. I thought for a second about how he wouldn’t fit, how the pain would be too much. He’d split me in two, make me hurt, bleed in ways that had nothing to do with taking my hymen. But even though I had those thoughts, I knew he’d fit, knew he’d stretch me, make me take all of him. He’d make me feel good.

Cameron started rubbing the thick crest of his cock up and down my slit, showing me what was to come, what he offered. And when he rubbed it over my clit, eliciting a little moan from me, I felt like I’d suffocate from the pressure of it all.

“There’s no going back. Ready or not, Sofia, I’m about to devour you.” He pressed the head of his dick right at my entrance. My entire body tensed on its own, and I was unable to control it. His hold on my hips hurt so good. Then he pushed into me, making me take it, making me bite my lips until blood welled under my teeth and coated my tongue. The metallic flavor filled my mouth, a shock to my senses.

He placed both hands beside my head as he continued to make me take his dick. Sweat bloomed between my shoulder blades, and, as if it was a temptation for Cameron, he lowered his head and ran his tongue along the valley between them.

He pulled out slowly and pushed back. Over and over, tormenting me, making me weep with how much more I wanted. I clutched at the sheets, drawing them close to my face, saturating them with my tears, my honesty. There was darkness and light, literally and figuratively. In that moment I was his, the same as he was mine. That discomfort and pain slowly started to diminish. My virginity was gone, my virtue, innocence, in the hands of this man.

And then he started thrusting into me like the rope tethering him to reality had snapped. He slammed into me so forcefully my body was shoved up the bed. He gripped my waist, keeping me in place, making me the vessel for his pleasure…for my pleasure. The pain took my breath away, the ecstasy confusing the hell out of me. I was full, so damn full of his cock I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even contemplate what was happening.

I watched him over my shoulder, saw that he was focused on where we were connected, where he impaled me. His frantic thrusting slowed, and in its place was this lazy, prolonged swing of his hips against me, pushing his dick farther into me, making me take all of him.

“You want more, want me to give you so much more you can’t even breathe?” He never stopped moving in and out of me.

I felt the darkest parts of me rise, wage war with what I should want, should feel. He slid his hand up my back, moved it around to my throat, and circled my neck. The pressure, the slight feeling of him cutting off my airflow was just enough that I felt dizzy, just enough that I only felt him.

He was a monster, a sadistic beast. He was the only person who could make me feel like this, who could free me.

“I want more, so much more from you.” He uttered those words low, sharp,

like a blade over my skin. He applied more pressure to my neck, released it, and clenched around my throat again.

Dizzy, clear, twisted, alive.

I felt conflicting emotions. Cameron was thrusting in and out of me ferociously now, his skin slapping against mine, forcing his way into me, out of me. Repeat.

He plowed in and out of me, a mortar and a pestle.

“Give yourself to me, tell me that you’re mine, that you want this, want all that comes with it.” He pounded into me, thrusting those long, thick inches into my willing body, making me take it all.

I closed my eyes, opened myself up, and allowed myself to just absorb the sensations. I came for Cameron, feeling him stretching me beyond belief, taking me to a place I’d never even known existed. The darkness kissed my flesh, stroked its icy cold hands on my body, and held me down. Cameron pressed his hand in the center of my back, thrusting, his motions hard, powerful.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Cameron said in this almost violent voice.

“I’m yours,” I cried out, the words spilling from me as if they were their own entity, wanting out, wanting to be free, as well. I was aware of Cameron slamming his cock in and out of me, but my mind was adrift, my body detached. I could only feel.

He made this low, dangerous sound, and I felt him get thicker in me.

“You’re fucking mine,” he said; then I felt him come, felt him fill me up, bathe me in his seed. He held me down, made me take it all, accept what he had to give me. The pleasure, Cameron’s desire, lasted a lifetime. And when he gave one last grunt, one final thrust, he rested his chest on my back. We were sweaty, our breathing rough, hard, and I felt my body start to shake. It was like I was coming down from this incredible high, feeling this chill seep into my very marrow.

I hadn’t fought, hadn’t tried to survive. I’d given in to Cameron, became his willing victim, and God, it felt…freeing.